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Harry doesn't love Hermione yet, and Hermione doesn't love Harry yet…

Hermione and Harry walked down to the noisy common room, looking at all the Gryffindors dancing around happily. Harry had just sat down on the couch with Hermione until Professor McGonagall stomped in the common room.

"This is all to noisy! It is time for all this partying to meet it's end, AND NOW!!!

All the student's noise vanished and sat down talking in the dormitories.

"Hey, Harry, don't you want to finish that essay?" Hermione asked with a grin on her face.

"You told me to join you down here. With all the people…" Hermione stared around the common room.

"What people?" She snickered to herself and patted Harry on the shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow." She added.

"Bye 'Mione!" Harry said. "I'll just finish this essay all alone with no help…" Harry said.

"Yah, you go do that Harry…" Hermione said yawning. "Your 16, you can do that yourself…" Hermione waved a hand in Harry's direction and walked into the girls' dormitory.

Harry froze on the couch for a moment. Then he reached for his crumpled potions essay and began writing.

All of a sudden, Seamus's head poked through the boys' dormitory. He searched the area and then waked outside with Fred, George, and Neville following him. They all took a seat next to Harry on the couch.

"Hey Harry, that looked like Hermione was flirting with ya." Seamus remarked.

"Yah Harry, really." Added Neville.

"Oh, would you guys drop it! I don't like her and she doesn't like me." Harry stared down at his paper.

"Oh yes you do." Said George. "And she does too." Continued Fred.

"That was an accident!" Yelled Harry.

"Of course it was…" They all said. They pointed down at his paper:

Hermione loves Harry… Harry loves Hermione… Marry me… Hermione and Harry forever…

"That, I don't know how that got on there!" Harry complained. "OH, how am I ever going to get my homework done?!" Harry added.

"You could always ask Hermione…" The boys started snickering.

Harry looked behind him, at the boys in an annoyed tone. The boys stopped snickering after they saw Harry's "Annoyed" look, and looked up in the air, whistling.

"Oh, I'm going to bed…" Harry knocked his quill down on the table and ran to the boys' dormitory… He wouldn't like Hermione. And Hermione didn't like him. Never. All the thoughts that flooded Harry's mind, they were all so confusing… Just sleep. Just sleep. Just sleep…

"Harry! Harry! It's snowing out!" He woke up with Seamus Finnigan crowded around him.

"I'm already getting up…" Harry grumbled. He put on his glasses, and his clothes.

"Harry! Hi! Good morning… Harry listen, I saw your potions essay yesterday and-"

"NO! Hermione, you don't understand-" Harry scrambled towards her, in panic.

"What don't I understand about an A?" Hermione asked.

"Oh… Oh. Well then. Hey Hermione, would you like go outside?" Harry asked changing the subject.

"Oh, sure!" Harry and Hermione grabbed their coats and went outside.

"It's still snowing!" Hermione remarked. Hermione pointed at all the children catching snowflakes with their tongues.

Harry plopped onto the snow, making a snow angel. He lifted his body and checked his snow angel.

"That doesn't look bad…" He said smiling.

"Wait!" Hermione said as she quickly ran out of sight. After two minutes, Hermione returned with a stick in her hand.

She carved a small lightning bolt on the angel's forehead. Harry chuckled. Then Hermione plopped herself on the ground, making a very neat snow angel. Harry grabbed another stick on the ground, and made curly hair coming out of the angel's head. For another ten minutes, they detailed their angels. Hermione packed some snow into her hand and threw it onto Harry's back.

"Hey!" Harry turned around suddenly. They quickly hurried making their selves snow forts, and then threw each other snowballs. Finally, Hermione was crouched in her snow fort, with snow all over her.

"Here, I'll help you up." Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and brushed the snow of her pants.

"Thanks." She muttered spitting snow out of her mouth. "I'm getting rather cold, what about you?" Harry nodded.

They walked inside and sat down near the fireplace. They sat down and drank hot chocolate. Harry walked over to the common room, and just talked from things like: Hogwarts, to spells, and Malfoy to animals. After awhile, Harry finished his hot chocolate and he walked to the great hall for breakfast. When he finished, he walked back to the common room.

"Password?"

"Santa's hat!" Harry mumbled.

"Harry, I realized you and Hermione had fun in the snow today…" Seamus said.

"Oh, shut up. We just had a snowball fight." Harry answered calmly.

"Who lost?" Seamus asked curiously.

"Hermione did." Harry said.

"And did you feel sorry for her, so you helped her?" Seamus chortled.

"Get away, I'm busy." Harry answered.

He didn't like Hermione… or did he?